Town Poem
You drive into the town of Old Cotton
You see everything is all rotten.
You take a stroll on old Jacob's farm
and you are careful not to cause any harm.
You go under the wire fence
cut your pants which cost more than a few cents.
You see all the adults are asleep
and while the children play hide and seek.
You walk down the main dirt road
And all the lawns are all nicely mowed.
You see two signs on outside of the entrance to a store
one says it side is for whites and the other is for blacks above the doors.
You find one half the town is all white
the other is what the caucasians refer to as those type.
Everybody who lives here is poor
and they all complain the more.
The town seems like it is peaceful and quiet
But it is very violent.
There is a lot of racism in this town
And all of it would make any outsider frown.
You do not see much more
and you decide to leave at four.
Town Poem
You drive into the town of Old Cotton
You see everything is all rotten.
You take a stroll on old Jacob's farm
and you are careful not to cause any harm.
You go under the wire fence
cut your pants which cost more than a few cents.
You see all the adults are asleep
and while the children play hide and seek.
You walk down the main dirt road
And all the lawns are all nicely mowed.
You see two signs on outside of the entrance to a store
one says it side is for whites and the other is for blacks above the doors.
You find one half the town is all white
the other is what the caucasians refer to as those type.
Everybody who lives here is poor
and they all complain the more.
The town seems like it is peaceful and quiet
But it is very violent.
There is a lot of racism in this town
And all of it would make any outsider frown.
You do not see much more
and you decide to leave at four.